Chaos Halls
dying inside, in presence long past
negated by reality’s being, hope offered, hope alive
strength to ride, strength to write…feeling outside, inside,
right ways out. loving, loving reaching under skin
to heart and soul, read aloud treasure found
stored upon that precious cloud; inspiration’s bite
walking time and over again, falling over self
reaching out, finding nothing is as seems, lost all in dreams
of all, sorted out, these chaos halls
twisted heaven to nethers, beautiful walls
beauty beheld, within heart melds
one to another, faulty workmanship
falters on bullshit, some pick-up
carry on together, others, weak of couth
selfish desires, fall into self, run amok,
giving no fuck but for an interest of self,
ego love, ego want, ego hell.
Hitchhiker 